You may want to check out Hunch.com. Just a gut feeling I have.
But I’m the opposite of a cat person. And I definitely don’t have a thing for redheads.
But sure, blue pens are cool. And it did recommend these professions for me:
An interesting read.
A friend of mine once told me that he’d heard somewhere that your home will always be wherever you are living when you’re 18. Regardless of the questionable reliability of the source, that’s a claim that’s pretty easy to believe, it kind of makes sense.
Home is where you are when you’re a teenager.
Here’s a story about Savonlinna, home of Tuukka Rask and Ville Leino, and so many more good hockey players.
In Finnish. A pdf.
» Savonlinna.
”The bike sure is a great invention. It may just be the best of them all.”
– Son, riding his bike
Wife and I have a fairly long list of movie quotes that we use in our everyday conversations. When she shows me an ad for wonderful cruises in the Caribbean, I reply in a dreamy voice, “Someday, Jennifer, someday” just like Marty McFly told his girlfriend in “Back to the Future”.
The end is nigh. The end of summer vacation, that is. Tomorrow morning, at about 8 am, I will be left alone in this home office of mine. No more bicycle trips to the pool house, no more making pancakes for lunch, no more football matches or games of petanque in the park, no more lazy days in my lazy chair outside while the kids run around with their friends.
It takes a village to put together a Cup fest.
“Country roads / take me home / to the place / I belong…”
The day started at a country road, and it ended fittingly with Niklas Hjalmarsson singing John Denver’s “Country Roads.” But in the young Swede’s case, those roads were not West Virginia, but the heart of Smaland — “small lands” — in the heart of Sweden.
Before the Cup got back into its travel case, on its way to Antti Niemi, Hjalmarsson gave it a whirlwind tour of places and emotions.
Happy places and happy emotions.
In Finland, each day is associated with a name, a custom that’s apparently a leftover from the Catholic and Orthodox calendar of saints, when people celebrated each saint’s feast day.
Today, August 7, is the name day of Lahja, Finnish for “present” or “gift”, a name that is mostly a female name, especially these days. According to the statistics by the Population Register Center of Finland, no baby boy has been named Lahja since the 1960s – and only a little over 500 baby girls, of the total of over 12,000 people.
My paternal grandfather was one of 97 Lahjas born in Finland in the very late 19th century.
I bought Wife a watch for Christmas because she didn’t have one but also because I like watches myself. The only problem with buying a watch is probably that once I find one that I really like, I realize that I like my money even better but when I was buying that watch for her, I figured that she was paying half of it anyway.
Just kidding.
Only the best is good enough for her. And I found one that she likes “a lot,” as she just told me in a chat window.
Frankly, amusement parks don’t give me much amusement. I can see all the happy people running around, sprinting back to the end of the line to ride the same rides over and over again, but like Steve Butabi told his brother Doug in “A Night at the Roxbury”:
I can’t taste it, Doug! I can’t! I’m so scared right now I don’t know what to do!
Of course, I never say that out loud. That’s just something I tell myself when I’m leaning against a wall somewhere, guarding everybody’s bags, clothes, cameras, while updating my Facebook status, looking as cool as I possibly can.
It finally happened. For weeks now, I’ve been walking around wearing a white shoe on my left foot, and a black one on my right, except on a few days when I’ve had a black shoe on my right foot and a white one on my right, and nobody’s said anything.
Today, though, when it happened, I was wearing white on left, black on right, and I had just got scrambled eggs, a sandwich, and the local Tampere specialty mustamakkara, a blood sausage.
